Content of: He Sat
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05/10/21 at 11:04PM
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Life Stories - Memories
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He sat there
in the noisy din,
his arms upward,
hands on his chin.
What are the thoughts
he must now have,
dead in his mind,
where there I saw,
no love present,
no love at all,
only the old fear,
an old craving; He
is just like me.
